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The Miscellaneous Works: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales ..., Том 3
Повний перегляд - 1760
Amyntas bear beast beauty behold betwixt blessing blood call'd chang'd charms church conscience COUNTESS of ABINGDON D A P H N I damn'd Daphnis dare death design'd e'en EPILOGUE ev'ry eyes face fair faith fame fate fear fense foes fools foul give glorious burden grace happy heart heaven Hind honor John Dory JOHN DRYDEN joys kind king kiss laws live look'd lov'd Lucretius lyre mighty mind Momus mortal mould muse native ne'er never numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain Panther peace Pindaric plain play pleas'd poets praise pretend prince PROLOGUE race rage rais'd reign rest rhime rife sacred sects shew sight soul sure sweet thee Theocritus THESPIS thine thou thought thro translated try'd twas UNIVERSITY of OXFORD verse Virgil virtue wayj Whig wife word writ young youth
Сторінка 284 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
Сторінка 288 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Сторінка 285 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Сторінка 189 - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend.
Сторінка 289 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Сторінка 288 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Сторінка 25 - As only buz to Heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark, offending but by chance ; Such are the blindfold blows of Ignorance : They know not beings,, and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the same.
Сторінка 144 - Where did his wit on learning fix a brand And rail at arts he did not understand? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain? Where sold he bargains, "whipstitch, kiss my arse", Promised a play and dwindled to a farce?
Сторінка 145 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted bias of thy mind, By which one way to dulness 'tis inclined: Which makes thy writings lean on one side still, And, in all changes, that way bends thy will.